Chapter Twenty:
Never ending series of problems.
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“THE BOY IS now here.”
Glancing to the source of the voice, stood the young boy—Gabriel Monroe. He looked as though he had to run to the park and to the exact place where the two detectives were waiting for him to show up. His hair was all messed up, and he had a hand clutched onto his chest—seemingly as though he was steadying the rapid beating of his heart.
The two old men were too focused with their argument that they didn’t even notice that Gabriel had already arrived at the place. In addition to that, the young boy was even the one who started the conversation with them.
“Oh, good. You’re here,” Edward muttered, giving a side-eye at Suarez who scoffed at his colleague's reaction.
Gabriel really came.
Looking at the grown ups i
